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Johnson smirked and said to Jeffery "if he had put the towel on like a woman I would not have been forced to do this but as you can see he didn't and now he will have no choice or be forced to be indecent. Remember he asked for his feminization. He truly is a strange man." He never saw it coming. Standing over Johnson, after slapping him so hard he fell to the floor, my wonderful man told him "She is a woman. One day she may have opted for implants, but this way was wrong. She is still coming to grips with her new life. Also she is my wife and if you ever lay a hand on her, directly or indirectly again it will be you waking up in a hospital." Then he went back to my room and waited for me to be released. When we got home from the hospital Jeffery insisted on carrying me up to our bed. Normally I may have protested but today I felt like I had no energy, both physically and emotionally. The day had started as a good day but ended with me being forced into a surgery I never would have approved. I kept slipping into tears and that made me angry too. This was supposed to be a fun fantasy and now it was getting away from me. Not only was my body changing from the hormones, now I had breasts. "They have turned me into even more of a freak," I said into Jeffery's shoulder. "Amy you need sleep, don't be scared, I will never let that happen to you again, I promise." He meant it to comfort me, but all it did is cause me to feel more helpless. I truly needed him now. I could no longer protect myself. I needed a man to take care of me. For a week I did not leave the bedroom, and Jeffery did not leave the house. He said it was to make sure everything was ok, but it was also so the cameras did not get turned on. I kept waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares that he went to work and Johnson would see me in bed not doing my "womanly, wifely duties". The men would come and get me again, but this time when I woke up I had been surgically turned into a huge breasted, blond bimbo. To include sexual reassignment surgery. It terrified me. I was a cross dresser that had won a lottery and was pretending to be a wife and living as a woman, but in the dream I was changed forever. By the second week my sutures had been removed. I was feeling much better and went back to cooking for us, but Jeffery would not let me clean. One morning after taking a shower I stood looking at my breasts and suddenly found that I actually really liked that I had them. I mean, it was not what I would have expected to do, but it fit well with my current lifestyle and if I was going to be a woman why not. I could always have them removed when all this was over. I realized that having breasts were truly a cross dressers dream and now I had them. So, I accepted them and went on with my life as a woman. I began to enjoy the weight of them, the way they looked in my bra, and found it rather exciting that I had no choice but to wear a bra now. I also would catch Jeffery looking at them. I would wake in the morning with his arm around them, and my "girls" liked it. My dresses fit better, and I felt much more feminine. Over the days, and weeks a thing we never expected, began to happen. We stopped looking at each other as partners in a contract, but a real relationship. A relationship between a man and woman. When we sat on the couch together I began to lean into him. At the kitchen table I would involuntarily touch his hand as we chatted or run my foot along his leg as we sat face to face. When he left for work our kisses became longer. I would find myself checking the clock in the afternoon to see if it was time to look for him. When dressing for the day I began to look at my dresses and choose one because I wanted Jeffery to like how I looked in it. He started to compliment me almost daily. His eyes were on me whenever we were together. He no longer would look away if I caught him looking at my legs. In fact many times he would reach out and run his hand along my thigh. This thrilled me to my core. The thought that I actually was attractive to a man as a woman was amazing. Not just any man either, but a hugely handsome man. A man that could have any woman he chose, and somehow it seemed that he had chosen me, and so slowly I resumed the daily duties as his wife. I cooked, and began to take care of the house again. I wandered about our land in my dresses. I learned that I felt extremely content doing this. I loved walking into my closet every day. I reveled in wearing hose and stockings every day. But I wondered when we would start going places together. Then one morning before going to work Jeffery told me that he would be home a little early and that we were going to go to dinner in town together. I balked and told him that I was not ready. He just smiled and said "Then get ready." I was in a crazy state all day. I actually shaved my legs twice. I was in tears more than once because I could not decide on a dress. By the time he came home I had tried on every dress I owned and was still nervous that I got it wrong, but when he opened the door I knew I had gotten it right. "Big boy you had better close your mouth or a bird may fly in," I said giggling "My gawd Amy you are gorgeous!" he said. "This old thing?" I said coyly. "I just threw it on." I had finally decided on a knee length Mauve lace dress. It was lined with a satin slip dress underneath that was like wearing liquid. The lace dress slid sensuously with every movement. I know it was not really in fashion, but I could not help myself. You have to remember, wearing a dress is still my favorite thing in the world and one of the main reasons I decided to embark this journey. When he came down in a dashing sport coat, I took his arm and leaned on him. "Darling I have never worn heels this high for more than a short time, let alone going out in them. I am going to need to lean on you a bit, and if my walk is wobbly don't laugh," I had chosen to wear the white strappy stilettos for the first time. I felt so girly and sexy in them. He smiled and kissed me "you are amazing my squeak," He said. The restaurant was an old style steak house. The lights were dark and the booths high leather. It was funny I remember going to places like this when I was little and I always felt special in them. Tonight I felt exceptionally special. With the light as low as they were I almost immediately felt more comfortable. We talked about how he had been married before and had a 24 year old son that was studying abroad. I also learned that he was a widower. She had died in a car accident 8 years ago. He dated some but never really felt like he belonged with any of the women he met. Then he paused and got a very sad look on his face. I reached out and took his hand. "Amy, she would have loved you," he said. Looking in his eyes. "But Jeffery, I know I am not supposed to refer to myself this way but let's be honest, I am not exactly a girl," I said softly. "No you are not...you are a woman. I am not sure if you fully realize this yet, but you have never once acted as anything other than a woman with me, and we have been together for a while now. Sitting here with me right now, what do you see yourself as?" he asked. It took me a few moments as I thought. I looked at my small smooth hand in his. I slid my legs against each other feeling the wonderful smoothness of the stockings I wore. Looking down, my breasts rose and fell with my breathing. "Honestly Jeffery, I think I am forgetting who I was. I no longer expect to see anyone but this woman when I look in the mirror," I said gesturing at myself. "I feel like a woman, sometimes a young girl, sometimes a nurturer, sometimes frail and weak, but mostly I see myself as your wife." "So do I Amy, and that is why I want you to know everything about me," he said. I leaned in and kissed him, then turned ashen white. "Oh my god, legally I am a mother!" He laughed out loud. "Yes, I guess you are and someday you will have to meet him I guess, but don't worry that won't be for another 6 months.'" This terrified me. Soon our conversation turned to me. I explained about how one of my earliest memories was wanting to wear pretty dresses like the girls I played with. The being envious of the girls in school. How I dated and loved women but also longed to wear their clothes. How I dated a few men as a cross dresser but never felt a connection. At 1 in the morning we pulled up to the house. I had drunk too much wine and could not walk in my shoes anymore. Jeffery carried me, of course. In our bedroom, he undressed me. In bed we kissed and caressed each other. I felt his hardness on my belly and instinctively took it in my hand. I held it between my breasts and kissed the tip. He soon tried to pull away, to which I said please no. As he climaxed I continued to stroke him. I tasted his seed and decided I liked it. Then I crawled up his body, wrapped his arms around me and asked him to just stay there and hold me until I fell asleep. Standing in front of the mirror in just my pantyhose I fingered the thin white scar under my left breast. It still felt numb as I ran my finger along the line. Turning to the left I appraised the way my "girls" had begun to sag slightly. For the first two weeks after the surgery they sat high on my chest and the skin and muscle was rather tight over them, but now they had the shape of natural breast growth. They moved freely as I walked. Walking down stairs I was still amazed by the bounce. And if I ran at all they had a mind of their own. All of which, though I did not ask for, I was enjoying immensely. Jeffery appeared behind me in the mirror, causing me to cover myself with my arms. He smiled. "Honey, after last night I am surprised that you feel uncomfortable with me seeing you," he said. The night before was the first time that we had exercised another stipulation of my contract. The part that said he has needs that I must fulfill as his wife. "That was in the dark, this is broad daylight," I replied, but immediately rose up on my toes, and put my arms around his neck exposing my breast to him. "Last night was amazing my love" he said as he lifted me in his arms. Then his face froze as it hit him that he had just called me "my love". My eyes widened as I looked at him. "Please say that again," I whispered. His face softened and turned pink "My love, last night was amazing. I have never in my life felt more connected to another person. It has only been a short time since you came into my life, but every morning I am amazed at how much I long to see you. To feel your touch. To hold you next to me. I know this may not last, but as long as I have you I feel amazing." Tears began to flow freely down my cheeks. "Oh my beautiful Jeffery, I love you. I have wanted to say it so many times, but I have been scared that you did not feel the same. That you would push me away. I love you, I love you, I love you!" Then we were kissing. Hard and fast. His hands on my breasts. Slowly he lowered me to the bed. I squirmed under his weight as I scrambled to unbutton his shirt. He kissed me softly then rose to his feet and began to remove his kakis. As he did I made a decision, lifting my bottom I slid my pantyhose and panties off at the same time. I was completely naked, exposed, my shrunken penis struggled to become aroused, hampered by the estrogen I had in my body. Jeffery did not have this problem. This was the first time I had seen him completely nude in the light and his penis, no his cock, was huge. Last night I had kissed its head in the dark and brought him to climax with my hand, but this morning there was no darkness, no hiding, we bared both our bodies and souls to each other. "I love you so much," he said and lay down next to me. He caressed my breasts and kissed my nipples. I squirmed and squealed with delight. My hand on his penis, I stroked it. He pulled me on top of him and smiled "will you put those stockings on again for me please squeak, you look amazing in them," Without a word I slipped off of him and skipped over to my dresser. Slowly I showed him the silk stockings I wore the night prior. "These Papa Bear?" I teased. To which he just nodded. Slipping one leg then the other into them I truly felt powerful all of a sudden, and extremely sexy. Then I got back into our bed and slowly ran my toes along his erect shaft, eliciting a shudder from him. "Gawd woman you are such a tease," he slurred. I giggled and rolled on top of him. Sitting across his waist I could feel his penis on my bottom. Leaning forward I whispered "I don't know what you know about girls like me but I am actually prepared for this," I said, then I reached behind me and grasped his cock. Rising up I rubbed it at my opening, slowly I lowered my weight down. It had been months since I had played with any toys but I had been douching for the entire time we were together, so as my bottom opened and his head entered I felt little discomfort. Little by little I settled down until finally I had him in me completely. He grasped my waist, smiled then smoothly rolled to his left with one arm under me he set me on my back. My legs were now on his shoulders him above me and the entire time he stayed buried inside me. Startled I let out one of my patented squeaks and gushed, "Oh please Papa Bear will you make love to me." An hour later, I still wore only the stockings under my house coat as I stood on the porch and kissed him goodbye when he left for work. He had made me a woman that morning, completely. As we sat in the kitchen together having our coffee before he left I just kept staring at him. I would smile, then cry, then smile again. "I don't know how but I am so in love with you, please I am scared, don't hurt me Jeffery," I said. He answered me with a passionate kiss and one work "never." My feet barely touched the stairs as I floated in bliss up to our room. When settled into the bath felt more fulfilled than I had ever in my life. My mind turned to our dinner and the realization that I now had son. I wonder if he will accept me, or has Jeffery even told him about us. This was supposed to just be a game but now I could not imagine my life without him. When the water cooled I stepped out and dried myself in front of the mirror. I was changing both physically and mentally. My husband was right, I was a woman now. Between my legs was a delicate little appendage that Jeffery had gently rubbed without any reservations. When I tried to stop him he leaned into my ear and said "I love all of you," How can I live up to this amazing man I thought. I had just finished zipping up my dress and when the phone rang in the hall. Yes, we still had an old fashioned phone that hung on the wall. Still on cloud nine I answered, "Nicole residence, this is Amy." My mood shattered when I heard the voice on the other end. "This is Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Nicole. I am in town and will be coming by around noon to visit with you. There are some things we need to discuss. By the way you are quite beautiful in the nude." Then line was dead. I called Jeffery and told him about the call and was still shaking when he came in the house. Standing in the kitchen I threw myself against his chest. He held me kissing my head. "What could he possibly want with me now?" I asked. "I am following everything I swore too. It isn't my fault that I love what is happening to me. Why would he need to visit?" "I am not sure baby, but he did say when I first agreed to this that he would be checking on you often to ensure that you were fulfilling the entire agreement. He said that it was part of your desire to be forced into things, to not have choices in matters." His expression turned concerned. "Amy you did ask them to exercise the right to change things whenever they felt that you were getting too comfortable or not experiencing the intent of your requests." My eyes grew big. "Oh my Jeffery, he has been watching us this entire time. He knows that not only have I accepted these changes, but embraced them. He knows that I don't think of this as a game anymore but..," I hesitated then collapsed in sobs. "But what, squeak, tell me I am here for you," he said holding me. "I see this as my life, the only life I want to live. That is why I am so scared. What if they try to take me away or change me into someone you don't like any more?" I said. "There is absolutely no way that you could be someone I don't love and I know exactly how to make you understand how I truly feel about you Amy," he said and walked out of the kitchen. Sitting at the table I listened to him upstairs in the spare room opening the closet. I became nervous as I heard his feet heavy on the stairs. Standing in the door way he motioned for me to follow him into the living room. Taking my hand, he steered me to the couch. Puzzled I swept my skirts under me and sat. Looking up at him I could see he was very agitated. He began to shift his weight from one foot to the other. "Jeffery you are acting like a little boy that is about to admit something to his mother," I said with a smile. "Wait is everything okay?" Suddenly concerned I began to play with the hem of my dress. "My life changed forever that day in the hotel lobby," he said. "As I have said before, this all started as a means to an ends, a way to keep my business going, but then I saw you. I could not get myself to understand, here was this adorable woman. Visibly shaken, and in need. She was wearing the dress they told me to look for, and I thought for sure I was being put on. No way was this person anything but a woman. I was drawn to her. As I spent time with you I found that I craved more and more. I began to dream about you. I found it hard to breathe when you were in distress. Then we were together as a man and a woman and I knew this was who I was born to be with. Amy, not even my poor Linda made me feel this way. I loved her, but I did not crave her. I did not feel her presence in my soul, but you I physically don't know if I can survive without. I have not done this yet because I was not sure if next January when you have your choices back if you would leave, but now I think I do and am ready to ensure you will be with me." By this time he was sitting on the foot stool holding both my hands and all I wanted was to crawl into his skin and feel him around me. Then he slipped to the floor on his knee and reached into his pocket and took out a box. "This was my grandmother's wedding ring. When I was a little boy she told me that someday I would meet my soulmate and then she would like me to give this to her. I forgot about it for years, but then I never felt like I needed it, but now I do. I know in the eyes of the law we are married but, Amy Tiffany Nicole, will you marry me please? I promise to love you forever, in this life and the next. Please?" The world began to swim and then it went black. I awoke laying on the floor, Jeffery holding my hand saying my name over and over. Looking into his wet eyes I realized that he was on the verge of tears. I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek "I want to be your wife forever Jeffery. Yes, yes, yes, yes. I need to be yours. Of course I will marry you," Then we both were holding each other. When the doorbell rang, I knew it was Johnson from the law office. I floated to the door and opened it and with a genuine smile I greeted out guest. "Hello Mr. Johnson, welcome to our home. My husband is in the kitchen waiting for you, can I get you a cold drink?" I said. Johnson expecting me to be frightened or apprehensive at the least, nervously declined and followed me to the kitchen. Towering over Johnson my Jeffery put out his hand "I hope this meeting is more pleasant than our last Sir," he said. Taking a seat at the table Johnson opened his brief case and took out a document. Jeffery reached for it, but Johnson said it was for me to read first. I sat next to Jeffery and took the papers. I was just about to start reading when Jeffery spoke up. "Sir, as I said in our last meeting, no one will lay a hand on my wife again. Not you, not anyone. I understand the stipulations in her legal contracts, but understand I am not bound by her signatures. I only stand to lose a bank loan payoff should I default on the contract," He reached over and took my hand, and began again. "The situation has changed since we last spoke. Amy has chosen to live the rest of her life as my wife, and I have committed to her as a loving husband forever. Now, I know this may seem strange to a man such as you, but it is the situation. We have been married in the eyes of the law and in June she has requested to be married in our church in the eyes of the lord. Before you arrived we called, our son in Helsinki and he will be flying in to attend and meet his new mother. So whatever is on that document, whatever plan you have in that mind of yours to humiliate or change her, be warned this is no longer a game or fantasy. This is our life and family and I am not a man to be trifled with when it comes to my family." At this point I was never more in love with anyone in my life. As I listened to him speak and Refer to "our family" tell Johnson about "our son" I wanted to live in this moment forever. Yes, just a few months ago I considered myself a heterosexual/bisexual man that had a fetish for wearing woman's clothing. I never in my wildest dreams ever considered I would be who I had become but now I knew there was no going back, nor did I have any desire too. In fact it would be my biggest nightmare to ever do that. I could not stop playing with the ring on my finger, his grandmother wanted me to wear this, I would never remove I had vowed and I meant it. Looking at me and then back at Jeffery, Johnson slid the papers closer. "I appreciate that things have changed for the two of you and weather you believe it or not I am happy for both of you, but that does not release my firm from the obligations of law. I can see that if you had known you would find yourself in this situation Ma'am you would have never agreed, no demanded, that we draw up the contracts you will live under for the next 10 months. I would also remind you that we tried to get you to read the entire agreement, but you refused. It was you who insisted that we be so stringent in the development and implementation of said legalities." At this point I could see the concern for me in Mr. Johnsons face and I realized he no longer wanted to do what he was here to do, but still he was going forward. Johnson went into his brief case and pulled out a stack of papers. "This is a transcript of all the in person and telephonic interactions you had with our firm leading up to the day of signature." He turned to a page marked with a paper clip. Looking at me he said, "I quote: throughout the duration of this contract I expect my life to be changed and rearranged to make me forced to live situations that can be uncomfortable for me. Physically and mentally I give the firm power of attorney over me to change me according to these desired experiences." A list followed: Mennonite woman, bimbo, Hispanic cleaning lady. I began to cry softly "Mr. Johnson when I asked for these things I was a different person. I was a man with a fetish. I thought that this would be three months and I could play a game in another person's house. I am not that person any longer. Please help me, please release me from this contract and let me move on and be the woman I am now, please." I was sobbing at the end of my plea. Jeffery came to my rescue and put his arms around me. "Squeak no matter what they do to you over this time it will mean nothing to me, we will love each other no matter who you are." This made me cry harder. "Very well then Sir, I feel better that she has you because what is going to happen over the next few weeks is going to be trying both physically and mentally for her. Would you please read the document I handed you in full?" As I read my heart began to race. When I was done I put the papers down and excused myself to go to the ladies room. Jeffery picked them up as I walked away. Standing in front of the mirror I took at the woman I was. Greying auburn hair that fell to my shoulders, my breasts were only a b+ cup but they felt good to me. I was wearing a rather conservative prairie dress with delicate squash blossoms on it. I pulled up the hem of the dress and looked at my legs and feet. The taupe hose I wore looked nice in contrast to my dark red toenails. I don't want to look different. "Oh gawd help me, I don't want to become what is on that paper," I said to myself. Within the hour I was going to be escorted to the clinic once again. There I was going to undergo more surgery. My breasts were going to be further enhanced to DDs, my lips would be plumped with collagen, my Achilles tendons were going to pulled and stapled to make them shorter so I would have to wear a minimum of 4 inch heels to stand or walk, my hair bleached and colored blond, and most concerning I would be placed in a state of drug induced euphoria while I was subjected to 24/7 hypnotic suggestion changing my personality to that of a simple minded bimbo. It was the nightmare I had dreamed. Suddenly I noticed that my nipples were beginning to respond to these thoughts. "No I can't be getting turned on by this," Someplace deep down I still found it erotic. It took Jeffery knocking on the door before I could bring myself to come out. "Where is Mr. Johnson?" I asked. "He is out front on his phone making the arrangements for your arrival at the clinic. He said we have about an hour to talk before you have to go. Will you please come sit down with me so we can talk about what is about to happen?" Jeffery turned and walked into the Livingroom. I sniffled and pulled the beautiful ring off my finger as I followed him. When he turned and gestured at the couch for me to sit I held it out to him. "Are you saying you no longer wish to be my wife Amy?" he said with a crest fallen look. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "How could you ask me that? I am sure I am going to die of a broken heart because of what I have done. I can't live without you, but how could you want to still want me as your wife when a few weeks from now I won't even be the same person?" Smiling down at me. "Oh sweetheart, no matter what you look like, no matter how you talk, or act, inside you will always be my soul mate. Besides I am assured that everything will only be temporary. Yes, you will not be as intelligent for a period of a month and you will be much more sexually forward, but that will actually change overnight. We will go to sleep one night and then next morning you will be my squeak again. Well, squeak with a few physical changes, all of which they will change back our request." He kissed me, lifted me up and carried me up to our bed. Looking up at him with a puzzled look I watched him start to undress. "We have sometime and I would like to make love to my wife again before the new version arrives," he said. Stretching out I looked down and lifted my foot so I could see past my big pillowy boobies. "Boobies, what a fun word." I giggled and said it again, "Boobies." My toesies needed to be polished, the red just was not right. "Pink!" with that the door opened and a cute doctor came in. "How are we feeling today Mrs. Nicole?" he asked. "Really yummy doctor, but would you call me Tiffy please. It is such a fun name." "Okay Ms. Tiffy, your husband will be here soon to pick you up. You may want to get dressed. Just ring the bell when you are ready and I will walk you out to the waiting area." I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed and noticed how tall it seemed, my feet dangled a good foot off the ground. I put my arms out to the doctor who at first looked puzzled then smiled with understanding and came over to the bed to help me down. As soon as my feet touched the floor I went up on to my toes. The doctor went to the closet and brought me the cutest pink mules. "ooh these are just adorbs, I said as I slipped them on." Then it dawned on me how tall everything seemed. I looked up at the doctor and tilted my head "Um, why is stuff so much bigger?" "Per your pre-surgery instructions, we removed 6 inches from your femur bones when we went in and opened up your pelvis," he explained. I knew I should get it, but the words just kind of sat on the edge of my understanding like I was trying to remember something but it was just not coming. My expression must have told him I was lost and he explained again "Ms. Tiffy you are now 5'3" and your hips are wider giving you a more womanly shape. Actually we gave you a female birth canal too, um I mean you are more female down there now." "Really? That is so awesome let me look." I went to the mirror and without hesitating dropped the hospital gown exposing myself. "OMG!" I said out loud. "Are you ok Ma'am?" he asked with concern. "Like totes, I am a hottie!" I exclaimed turned and hugged him. Which in turn made him stiffen in more way than one. "Um I will excuse myself while you put some clothing on," he mumbled. Looking in the mirror I felt amazing. Standing nude with the exception of the heels I was stunned at the new me, I mean I knew it was a new me but I couldn't remember not looking like this. My hair was blond and hung all the way to my ample round bottom. My boobies were large, round and the nipples must have stuck out a quarter of an inch. I pursed my lips, "Wow I cant wait to put Daddies cock in these lips," Looking down I noticed my penis, wait no, my clitty was really small and it looked like I no longer had any testis. I reached under it and sure enough they were gone. This made me smile. "OMG my clitty is adorbs!" I went to the closet to find my clothing. There was a small mesh bag with a pair of white stay up stockings. I immediately sat down on the chair to put them on. Rolling them into a doughnut I pointed my toes and realized I couldn't see past my boobies. This made me giggle more. Slowly I pulled them up one leg then the other. Stepping in to my shoes I looked in the mirror again and jumped up and down with glee. "I love being so cute." In the closet I found a pink micro mini that was flippy like a tennis skirt but much smaller. Stepping into it I drew it up my hips, looking in the mirror I pouted at it was too long and pulled it higher on my waist exposing the bottom of my cute cheeks. "Much better," I thought. There was a white stretchy top that just barely covered my boobies. I didn't even realize there was no bra or panties, nor did it dawn on me that I did not even look for them. I had to tear myself away from the mirror. "Now what did the nice doctor say to do when I was done? Knock?" I knocked on my door and waited. I didn't realize I was twirling my hair. The door opened and the doctor caught his breath when he looked down at me. "Um this way please," he said. Every head turned and looked at me as we walked down the hall. I had no idea, but I moved very different from the middle age woman that had been brought in weeks earlier. I took short mincing steps with one foot in front of the other. My wrists hung limply with my elbows at my sides. My clitty bounced as I walked and it was just delicious to me. I still did not even consider that I should have on panties. The sound of my heels clicking involuntarily began to turn me on and my nipples became hard. All I could think of is, "I can't wait to see Daddy, I hope he will take me in the car." The Doctor opened the door to the waiting room for me and I stepped through. Suddenly I say Daddy. Jeffery heard the door open and stood up, not knowing what to expect but defiantly not expecting what he saw. A tiny little blond stepped through the door. She couldn't have been much over five foot tall. She wore barely any clothing, stockings, the shortest skirt he had ever seen and a top that did nothing to hide the huge breasts. Her hair was platinum blond and was all the way down to her butt. Deciding that it was someone else he began to sit back down when he heard the squeak and realized who it was. He barely had time to think before she ran to him and jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around him. "Daddy I missed you ever so much," I squealed and began covering him with kisses. As he put an arm under her butt to hold her he realized something. "Amy you aren't wearing any underwear." "Huh, oh um, I didn't notice, is that bad Daddy?" I pouted. Making him notice my huge lips. "Well that is quite a short skirt aren't you worried you will show your, well you know?" he asked as he set her down. I looked down and twirled my hair and a toe on the ground "Do you mean my clitty?" I asked and lifted my skirt to show him. "Look at her Daddy, my clitty is so small and cute. She is like soo feminine now and lookie I don't have any yucky boy things under her anymore!" I said pleased. "My god baby what have they done to you?" "But I am all pretty now, OMG, don't you love me anymore." I collapsed into sobs. "You promised you would always love me." "You aren't going to leave me are you, I'll die!" I was hysterical now. "I am still your wife, only prettier and um more." I wanted to explain but it was so hard to find the words, "sillier." His whole demeanor softened. "Yes, I still love you and yes you are my wife," He almost had to bend at the knees as he went to kiss me. "Let's go home my love," he said. The following month was very different for us. I knew in the back of my head I was not this ditzy sex crazed creature, but I was unable to act, talk or think any other way. Sometimes I would wake and feel like me again but it would slip away as fast as it came. I was insatiable in bed. Jeffery actually had to slip out before I got up to keep me from jumping him in the morning and every night I could barely be satisfied. Jeffery to his credit quickly realized that I could no longer walk without heels, but made note that when the month was over the floors would have to be refinished from my stilettoes. He was gracious and never made fun of my lack of intelligence. I refused to wear any panties or a bra, actually most days I spent the entire time in just stockings and heels. I became obsessed with my shrunken penis. I loved to rub it. Jeffery accepted it because he knew, hoped, that it all would end soon. By the end he was getting worried that he may never get his wife back, but then one month to the day of me coming home I woke up. Literally, the sun shone through the windows and I opened my eyes and could think clearly for the first time. Rolling over I whispered in my husband's ear, "Good morning Jeffery, l love you with all my heart." He turned to me and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Oh my baby squeak, I have missed you so." And he kissed me. "I think you should keep them squeak," Jeffery teased. "You are crazy, they weigh a ton and I look like a fool. At least my lips have shrunk considerably. How quickly do you think they can fix my calves so I can stop wearing these darn heels? I can't wait to put on a comfy pair of Keds with pantyhose." I was standing in front of our mirror looking at myself for the first time in a month "Besides if you love my huge breasts so much why you don't get your own," I said and jumped into bed with him. "But I may stay blond," I teased. Bringing him a fresh cup of coffee I sat down next to him on our porch swing, and almost fell as my feet left the ground. "To be honest I have always wondered what it would like to be a short woman, but this is going to take some getting used to." I laughed. Jeffery smiled and put his arm around me "I did not think it was possible for you to become more adorable, but his new tiny you, I have to admit is even more perfect," he said "Tiffy did not seem to have any issues with her height," Poking me in the shoulder. "Really Daddy, do you want me to come back like forever and all?" And stuck out my tongue. It had been two weeks since I had woken up from my life as a bimbo named Tiffy. I remembered everything that went on, but it was like a dream. It took about a three full days to really feel like I was back to myself. Especially the first day I would go in out of a bubbly dream state. For a few days I wanted to call Jeffery Daddy still, but that faded. My threat to stay blond was just that. I dyed my hair back to it auburn and had the extensions removed. I was pleased when the doctors were able to just remove some of the saline from my implants bringing me down to a C+ cup. I wanted to go back to a B but I was advised that it would mean a full surgery because my skin had stretched out. As it is, my breasts did have the sag of a middle age woman that had nursed her children now. I was not happy to find out that the shortening of my Achilles tendons was more than just a temporary thing. Every day I was forced to do an hour of stretching to loosen them up. I could now walk in my stocking feet again but I still had a tendency to rise on my toes and kind of had a spring when I walked. Jeffery said it was hot, so I guess I was ok with it. My beloved Laura Ashley dresses all had to be altered do to the drastic changes in my sizes, but that gave me the motivation to learn to sew. Something I found I really enjoyed. Being so short also appealed to me now. I felt small and cute. Looking in the mirror I was a little woman and it pleased me to no end. "You know Jeffery if I had a womb, and a vagina I could actually give birth now that they have altered my pelvis," I mused as I swung my feet freely on the swing. "Squeak you would be the most adorable pregnant woman in the world," Jeffery added. Out of the blue I began to cry. I looked up at my husband. "I wish I could have your children." He cuddled me on the swing and I pushed myself into him. We were happy again, but in the back of both of our minds we knew that eventually the phone would ring and it would be time for me to experience being another woman. We had made it this far and we were even more in love.